Sunday, April 14, 2019

Exploring their fantasies could save their marriage…or push it over the edge

Legally Bound, Book 3

Samantha Archer’s life has hit a wall. Her world is housework, homework and reminding her husband—the biggest kid in the family—to help out at home. Once she felt confident, powerful and sexy, but Brady doesn’t seem to notice her anymore, and now all she feels is invisible.

Brady has tried being the goofy guy who stole Sam’s heart, but it’s not working. He’s losing the woman he loves and doesn’t have a clue how to fix it. He’s keeping his darkest fantasies hidden too, sure they’re not what Sam wants, and his inability to please her cuts him deeper than she knows.

When Sam lands a new job at a law firm, Brady still won’t pick up the slack, and one night giving him orders unexpectedly reignites their missing spark. Sam discovers the Femdomme she didn’t know she was, kindling Brady’s submissive desires.

But while things heat up inside the bedroom, life outside it starts unraveling. Brady’s need to call the shots at work complicates his hunger to kneel for his wife, and Sam has longed to experiment in more ways than one. Their exploration of dominance and submission goes a step too far when they invite Sam’s sultry switch coworker into their bed, and the fallout could cost them everything.

Warning: contains a six-foot-five, ex-football player geek and a ballsy, badass redhead who’s learning to unleash her inner Domme. Scenes depicting humiliation, pegging and threesomes could disturb, or stimulate a thirst for adventure.

“May I?” he asked.
She was caught off guard. He was just brushing the ends, but each soft tug stimulated all the nerve endings on her head. “Okay.”
He continued combing the last inch of the locks, rubbing them between his fingers. She’d assumed he’d forgotten how much she enjoyed this, but then he ran his fingers through her hair, lifting it from her face and gently easing out any tangles.
It was the most intimate they’d been in years.
He did it again, deliberate and slow. Brady had large hands, and she missed what he could do with them. He was even better with his mouth. It had taken time and direction, but once he’d figured out her spots, his tongue had been fucking magical.
He moved in closer, starting at her temples and combing at the roots before running his fingertips down the strands. The sensation was hypnotic. Jesus, if he’d done this instead of joking, the fight never would’ve started. With him standing so close, Sam got a hit of his scent. It was the same heady combination he’d always had—wood spice deodorant and peppermint soap mixed with an earthy bit of sweat.
Years ago, she’d worn that smell on her like perfume.
He gathered her hair and put it over one shoulder.
“Better?” he asked.
She paused, unsure about the dynamic between them. The fight seemed to have dissipated, but there was a strange vibration now—a different kind of energy. Like the charge in the air before a snowfall. “Yes, better.”
But she hadn’t asked him to stop. She didn’t like that he had.
He went back to the counter. Sam watched as Brady put away the rest of the dishes, then stepped toward the sink and turned on the water.
“Thank you,” she said. “For helping.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he replied softly. “I’m just not sure how to do it right. Like your system for putting things into the dishwasher.”
She did have a system. A way to stack everything for maximum efficiency. She didn’t know he’d noticed.
“And I don’t know how you know where everything goes in the cabinets without looking. It’s hard for me to keep track.”
Sam frowned, guilt stabbing. He’d always had issues recalling things. It was why they’d met in the first place. Why was she never patient with it?
Staring at his profile, she threw out some sarcasm to lighten the mood.
“Well, silly. If you can’t figure out where things go, I’ll fucking tell you.”
She wasn’t sure if he’d missed the lightness in her tone, or if he’d caught it and was embarrassed regardless, but from this angle, she could see his chin lower slightly as a swallow constricted his throat. It was a small tell, something he used to do when she was tutoring him, ashamed because he’d gotten an answer wrong.
Back then she’d soothe him, put a hand on one of his giant arms and tell him it was her job to help him get things right. He’d blush and smile up at her, eyes sparkling and hopeful.
He wasn’t smiling now. But a strange part of her…liked his discomfort.

💕 To be released April 29 💕

Lawyers know when to play by the rules…and when to break them.

Legally Bound, Book 1

Harvard law professor Jack Archer once balanced his professional life with the private world of dominance, surrender, and trust he shared with his wife. Since cancer stole her a year ago, finding love again—her final wish for him—is the furthest thing from his mind.

From his empty house to the classroom, grief follows his every move. Until he meets a young woman with shadows in her eyes even darker than his own.

Once a shining star at law school, Lilly Sterling’s dreams died when the Dom she trusted left her heartbroken and lost. She’s starting fresh in a new city as a paralegal, but meeting Jack reawakens all her old demons—and her lingering desires.

Jack offers to become Lilly’s mentor for both the courtroom and the playroom, but tells himself it’s not a relationship. Their carefully worded contract guarantees that. But when their trial agreement starts heating up, both Jack and Lilly must decide what will tip the scales: the letter of the law...or love?

Warning: All rise for a book that contains a wounded submissive and a Dominant who wants to retrain her while retaining control of his heart. Discovery phase may involve spankings, bondage, edging, and blindfolds. Is it hot? You be the judge.

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She’s no princess. He’s no prince. Then again, they never wanted a fairy tale.

Legally Bound, Book 2

Cassie Allbright takes no prisoners. A half Cuban ball-busting attorney, she’s too tough to admit what she wants in bed. But tough is the only way to cut it in her high-powered firm, and Cassie doesn’t need a knight in shining armor. And she definitely doesn’t need Patrick Dunham—an arrogant, chauvinistic man-whore with a knack for pissing her off.

Bound to the helm of his family’s publishing house, Patrick is shackled to a life of power and wealth he never wanted. Seduction is his only distraction—his nights of pleasure always temporary, because happily-ever-afters are not for him. But while luring a woman into his bed has always come easy, the high-and-mighty Cassie has never succumbed to his charms.

Their verbal sparring turns to foreplay, but instead of scratching an itch, it only whets their appetites. Patrick gives Cassie a taste of what she’s secretly craved, and Cassie’s dark desires stir up things Patrick never knew he wanted. Enchanted, he offers to fulfill her most dangerous fantasies. She agrees, with an iron-clad escape clause: her heart is off-limits, and so is his.

Funny thing about hearts, though. They have a way of ignoring the fine print.

Warning: This book isn’t for the faint of heart. Disclosure includes angry, vying-for-control hate sex and one steamy weekend in Miami. Ready? Break the caution tape and proceed.

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Rebecca Grace Allen is an author of sweet, sexy and soul searching romance, emphasis on the sexy! She holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison, as well as a Master of Science degree in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she's returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict and gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.